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quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
treize ans toujours
vous faites entendre
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
tressé et tissé
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler

 



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